Whispers of a drifting dream,
Beneath the spiraling aurora,
Where shadows dance and shadows gleam.
Veiled frost upon the window,
Time frozen in a breathless haze,
While the nocturnal tremor brews,
In the quiet of these wandering days.
Luminous drift of starlit skies,
Pulling at the edges of the mind,
Each thought a spectral tide that rises,
Pulling us deeper, leaving the past behind.
In the cool embrace of twilight,
We search for what we might have lost,
Finding beauty in the darkness,
No matter how heavy the cost.
A symphony of heartbeats,
Echoing through the silent miles,
In the shadows, we find resonance,
Carrying our stories, fragile smiles.
Each moment crafted in the twilight,
Every breath a fleeting sound,
In the heart of this vast cosmos,
Infinite and yet so bound.
Silent echoes, they remind us—
In this world of transient light,
Everything is a fleeting treasure,
A flickering flame against the night.
So let the spiraling aurora guide you,
Let the stars weave their tales,
For amid the veiled frost and drifting,
Love is where the silence prevails.
As we ride this spectral tide,
With its luminous drift and tender thread,
The nocturnal tremor beneath our skin,
Reminds us of all the words unsaid.
So hold me close, feel the shadows,
Let’s chase the night with open eyes,
In the solace of our togetherness,
Where the silent echoes rise.
And in the end, we find our peace,
Wrapped in the warmth of dusk’s embrace,
Knowing every silent echo,
Was leading us to this sacred space.
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